'Us Aussies was the goods in London town When I was there. If they jist twigged your 'atThe Dooks would ask yeh could yeh keep one down, An' Earls would 'ang out 'Welcome' on the mat,An' sling yeh invites to their stately 'alls For fancy balls.

'That's 'ow I met this Duchess Wot's-'er-name -- Or Countess -- never mind 'er moniker;I ain't no 'and at this 'ere title game -- An' right away, I was reel pals with 'er.'Now, tell me all about yer 'ome,' sez she, An' smiles at me.

'That knocks me out. I know it ain't no good Paintin' word-picters uv the things I doneOut 'ome 'ere, barrackin' for Collin'wood, Or puntin' on the flat at Flemin'ton.I know this Baroness uv Wot-yeh-call Wants somethin' tall.

'I thinks reel 'ard; an' then I lets it go. I tell 'er, out at Richmond, on me Run --A little place uv ten square mile or so -- I'm breedin' boomerangs; which is reel fun,When I ain't troubled by the wild Jonops That eats me crops.

'I talks about the wondrous Boshter Bird That builds 'er nest up in the Cobber Tree,An' 'atches out 'er young on May the third, Stric' to the minute, jist at 'arf past three.'Er eyes get big. She sez, 'Can it be true?' 'Er eyes was blue.

'I'm goin' on to talk of kangaroos, An' 'ow I used to drive 'em four-in-'and.'Wot?' sez the Marchioness. 'Them things in zoos That 'ops about? I've seen then in the StrandIn double 'arness; but I ain't seen four. Tell me some more.'

I baulks a bit at that; an' she sez, ''Well, There ain't no cause at all for you to feelModest about the things you 'ave to tell; An' wot you says wonderfully reel.Your talk' - an' 'ere I seen 'er eyelids flick -- 'Makes me 'omesick'.

'I reckerlect,' she sez -- 'Now let me see -- In Gippsland, long ago, when I was young,I 'ad a little pet Corroboree,' (I sits up in me chair like I was stung.)'On it's 'ind legs,' she sez, 'it used to stand. Fed from me 'and.'

'Uv cours, I threw me alley in right there. This Princess was a dinkum Aussie girl.I can't do nothin' else but sit an' stare, Thinkin' so rapid that me 'air roots curl.But 'er? She sez, 'I ain't 'eard talk so good Since my childhood.

''I wish,' sez she, 'I could be back again Beneath the wattle an' that great blue sky.It's like a breath uv 'ome to meet you men. You've done reel well,' she sez. 'Don't you be shy.When yer in Blighty once again,' sez she, 'Come an' see me.'

'I don't see 'er no more; 'cos I stopped one. But, 'fore I sails, I gits a billy dooWhich sez, 'Give my love to the dear ole Sun, An' take an exile's blessin' 'ome with you.An' if you 'ave some boomerangs to spare, Save me a pair.